Mage Joan

"Not really?"

Joan stared blankly at Rebecca, unable to believe his ears.

"Are you... afraid of ghosts?"

Rebecca nodded embarrassedly, biting her lip and twisting her fingers, blushing like a ripe apple.

Joan was speechless.

That's right, as a professional evangelist, Miss Rebecca is afraid of ghosts!

Can there be a more humiliating pastor than this?

But thinking about it, career belongs to profession, character to character.

After all, Rebecca was just a 13-year-old girl who lived in the manor since childhood and was cared for by his family.

"Hothouse flowers" like her, timid and afraid of ghosts, are actually justified.

"Joan, I'm going to Snow Manor to catch ghosts tonight. I'm so scared when I think about it. Are you brave enough for me?"

Rebecca pulled Joan's sleeve, a pitiful look, even if the stone man saw it, he should be soft-hearted.

"...Why do I have to go at night?"

Going to catch ghosts in the middle of the night, let alone Rebecca, Joan felt scalp numb when he thought about it.

"Because ghosts only come out to make trouble when the night is quiet!"

Rebecca shrugged and spread her hands, her face helpless.

"alright, I got it."

Qiao An knew that he could not escape this errand, and told her honestly.

"I'm just a little 2nd-level wizard and I have never dealt with ghosts. Don't expect too much from me. At the critical moment, you still have to rely on your own magic and professional abilities to fight ghosts."

"You don't need to deal with ghosts, as long as you stand by and help me be brave." Rebecca replied with a smile.

"It turns out that I'm just a brave display..." Joan was rather disgusted.

Rebecca found that his face was ugly, and added in a timely manner: "The bounty will be yours after the event."

"There is also a bounty?" Joe An's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Well! Yes!" Rebecca nodded seriously. "Unfortunately not too much, only 500 gold Durga."

500 gold coins are still too few? !

Joan twitched his mouth and had to admit that Miss Rich's concept of money was not in the same plane as herself.

...

The Snow family’s estate is located on the north bank of the Eifen River, across the river from the Castis’s plantation.

The two places do not look too far apart. In fact, it takes at least an hour to cross the river by boat alone.

Joan and Rebecca had dinner at White House Manor before riding to the ferry.

It took two gold coins to persuade the boatman to agree to bring two horses to the other side of the river.

At the beginning of June, during the flood season, the water level of the Yifen River rose, and almost no dams on both banks.

The boat crossed the turbulent river and finally reached the opposite bank safely before the sun set.

Joan and Rebecca re-mounted, riding westward along the river bank that had been blushed with the setting sun, and for another hour, they came to the door of Snow Manor.

It was dark now, and Rebecca reported her identity to the gatekeeper and asked to meet the owner of the manor.

The gatekeeper's reply surprised her greatly.

"Mr. Snow is not at home, and both his wife and young lady have entered the city."

Connaught University's manor is deserted, leaving only a housekeeper to take charge of daily affairs.

Joan and Rebecca walked into the house of Snow's house with doubts. After meeting with the butler for a detailed discussion, they learned the whole story.

Customs Director Andrew Snow has always been active in the public view of Yalfheim as a "tough guy". However, when his own safety is threatened, his reaction is inevitably lacking in masculinity.

On the night of the haunting rumours in his own manor, the “tough guy” who had vowed to “fight against the smugglers at the expense of his family's death” took his wife and children to escape from the manor overnight and took refuge in the city's official residence.

The housekeeper of the Snow family, a blighted old man named Bruce, was already ill, and the manor left behind by the owner to guard the ghosts was full of sadness and listlessness.

Rebecca tried to inquire about ghosts from the housekeeper, but she was disappointed.

The little old man seemed to know nothing but sighed except to shake his head.

"Mr. Bruce, has there been a funeral in the house recently?" Rebecca asked the steward patiently.

"There has never been a funeral, Miss Castis, at least not in two years."

"Have there been any murders nearby, or rumors of ghosts?"

"Miss Castes, the pastors who have come to de-spirit before these questions have all inquired, and I can only repeat what I said to you again."

Bruce was impatient.

"There have been no murders in Snow Manor and the surrounding area in recent years, no rumors about ghosts, and no one has died from injustice."

"There are no clues. Did the ghost come out of nowhere?" Rebecca frowned.

"I'm sorry, Miss Pastor, I don't know more than you," the old man shrugged his shoulders. "Because there is no clue, my master wants you to investigate the truth."

"This...well, we must do our best." Rebecca stood up. "Mr. Bruce, can you at least tell me the approximate range of ghost activity?"

"Of course, Miss Pastor, you are now within the scope of the ghost's activities."

The old housekeeper smiled weirdly, raising his hands in a circle.

"This big house from the basement to the third floor, any room may be the hiding place of the ghost."

"You may as well search slowly, if there is no other order, I will say goodbye first."

When he was finished, he bowed deeply to Rebecca, turned around and exited the door, closing the door gently.

Watching the butler's figure disappear, Rebecca's face paled slightly, grabbing Joan's hand, and whispered, "That little old man... doesn't look like a good person! Maybe he's playing ghost behind his back!"

Joan noticed that her hand was shaking and was obviously afraid. She shook the girl's cold little hand hard and comforted her not to worry, at least there was her company around her.

"Mr. Bruce's attitude is a bit bad, but we have no reason to suspect that he is a bad person, not to mention that there is no slight fluctuation in his body, just an old man with a grumpy temperament. There is no need to be suspicious."

"Well, I'm a bit too nervous indeed."

Rebecca let go of Joan's hand and took a deep breath, trying to relax the tight nerves.

"What are you going to do next?" Joanne asked her.

"Since the housekeeper said that ghosts are active in this big house, we simply search from bottom to top to see if we can detect the traces left by undead."

Rebecca took off her cloak and hung it on the hanger.

The silver soft armor worn by the young girl reflects the dreamlike luster of reflected candlelight, which makes the figure more exquisite and graceful.

Joan was attracted by her gorgeous soft armor and looked up and down several times.

"What metal armor is this? It looks like chain mail, but it looks lighter than chain mail."

"Mithril Chain Armor."

Rebecca raised his arms and showed him the chain armor woven from countless small mysterious silver rings.

"This soft armor has excellent defense performance and is very lightweight. It does not appear bloated and cumbersome when worn close to the body. It is very suitable for girls to wear."

"Only for girls who don't lose money." Joan murmured secretly.

If you like Master Joan, please collect it: (www.ltnovel.com) Master Joan's literature update is the fastest.